Raylo didn't make a sound, not wanting to disturb her.
For some reason, the scene filled his heart with a sense of peace.
The once cold and lonely castle finally felt like a warm home.
As if sensing his gaze, Avril looked up. The moment she saw him, her serious expression melted away, and her eyes curved into crescent moons.
"You're awake?"
"My dear wife, are you planning to steal all my work?"
Raylo walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.
"It's just some plans for resource allocation."
Avril handed him a document.
"Look, the first shipment of supplies has already been loaded at Baisha Port and is expected to arrive at Black Stone Castle in half a month. As for the craftsmen you urgently need, my father has already sent people to contact the major artisan guilds. The list and information for the first batch of five hundred people should arrive as soon as tomorrow."
